i am a bore

and i think apples make good pets.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

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i'm watchin the rain fall
i'm waitin for your call
but the phone feels cold to my touch

i need you, yes i need you
i feel kisses turn to grey
what felt so blessed once
now seems so far away

you're out of reach
i'm out of luck
i try to hold on
but i'm slippin fast

i can't see you anymore
you're a million miles away
i never wanted it this way
i always wanted you to stay

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